Rainy Moments

I remember those days how the small lane where I lived as a child used to get flooded up. Me, my brother, my cousins and number of kids in neighborhoods used to tear apart all the papers from our homes make boats and hundreds of meaningless things out of it and just throw them away with water. Just the sight of our boats flowing in the dirty water caused great joy for us. Even billions today cannot buy that for me.

I remember the first ever raincoat my father bought me and how much I treasured it. I waited for rains for hours just so that when it came I could wear it and show it to my friends and become the centre of attention. I remember crying loudly when it was torn a little while getting out of the school Bus. Today, I can afford any branded jerkins, but somehow I have lost my father who would again buy me that simple raincoat with eternal safety and warmth of love.

I remember when in rains I always spoilt my clothes playing Cricket with friends in the mud for hours and invariably got scolded by mom. Went bicycle racing madly with friends on slippery roads falling 10 out of 10 times. The friends are still there today, but no one has time for irritating rains.

In college, rain was again delightful. Apart from the boring routine of lectures and practicals. rain gave birth to many college life love stories which were talked for long may be for years in the college later. And how can I forget, rain always brought the divine taste of bhajjiyas made by street side vendor outside college.

I guess days, months, years will pass by. Rains will come and go. Some will be heavy, some will be moderate, some will be less, but, will my those rainy moments ever come back?